Almost two years ago, I wrote about the Valentine’s Day that McDreamy and I stayed in and ordered pizza. I had snapped a picture of the pizza because it came in a surprising shape:

Although I generally consider myself the romantic type, this isn’t something that I sit and think about particularly often.  Actually,until last Thursday I hadn’t thought about our heart-shaped pizza for at least a year.  On Thursday, I got a tweet from a hilarious screen writer I had stumbled across at least once in the past.  He wanted to discuss using a picture he had seen on my blog for a project he was working on.  My inner narcissist was desperate to find out what wonder-shot had captured his interest.  It was the pizza picture.  Not one of my wedding pictures. Not a killer shot I had taken of something seriously awesome.  Not even a picture of me.  […]